Group 5, do you think you can contribute more significantly to the building of this story? Also please remember that I am looking out for quality here... not quantity of writing.
Please remember to add in your comments after each edit.
Doing the right thing:
Honesty is the best policy
Part I:
Since last year, I have always longed for a LG KU990r touch screen mobile phone. Most of my friends had at least one handphone, and many had phones that boast special features. I felt as poor as a church mouse. My friends always laughed at me because I did not have a phone. They uttered things such as "Poor chap, can't even afford a Walkman phone", and some other things that made me feel bad. I always thought: Just because of a phone. I had tried asking my father for a simple phone many times. A basic phone just for calling and sending messages, without games and a camera, because I knew that he could not afford to buy me one with many features. However, he always turned down my request explaining that he did not have any spare money for unnecessary things. A phone matters very much to me, as it is an essential item in one's daily life.
Part II:
I was still dreaming about phones when the dismissal bell rang. I quickly packed my bag and rushed of towards the bus stop. I happened to bump into Ian ,my friend, at the bus stop. after some discussion, we decided to walk to the MRT station together, as we could save a dollar. As we were fast approaching the station, I saw a cool blackberry mobile phone lying on the parapet. I picked it up without thinking twice. When we entered the train, I unlocked the phone and browsed at its features. Not bad. I suddenly had an idea: I keep the phone, remove the SIMcard, and insert a new one. But if I did that, I would be a thief. I wanted to be a good and honest person, so I decided to return it to its rightful owner. But then again, I also wanted to keep the phone since I did not have one. I was in a dillema, torn between wether to keep or return the phone. After thinking thrice, I managed to find the moral courage to tell myself not to steal. So, I browsed through the contact list with Ian. I saw one of the contacts, who was called 'honey'. I guessed that she is the spouse of the owner, so I rang her. A lady picked up the phone and she said in a sweet voice," Hello, speaking." I immediately replied," Hello miss. I found a dark blue blackberry mobile phone lying on the paraphet at Bishan MRT station. I think it belongs to your husband." " Who says I have a husband?" I could sense some anger in her. " Oh sorry, it was a misunderstanding. Did I call the wrong person?" " Nope, but he is my husband-to-be." " Okay, how can I hand the phone to you?" I asked politely. " Oh, can you come down to the UOB plaza?" " No problem." " Alright, I shall meet you at the bronze Bird by the river." " Sure, in err...ten minutes. Bye" " Bye, boy."
Part III:
When I reached the bronze bird, no one was there yet. After waiting for a minute or two, a woman in high-heel shoes approached me and asked me whether I was the boy that had spoken to her on the phone just now. I nodded my head. I handed her the mobile phone I had found. She praised me frantically. The lady treated me to lunch. After the delicious meal, I thanked her and went back home. Since then, we maintained contact.
From this, I have found out that going the extra mile will make you happy, not tired.
Group 5, do you think you can contribute more significantly to the building of this story? Also please remember that I am looking out for quality here... not quantity of writing.
Please remember to add in your comments after each edit.
Doing the right thing:
Honesty is the best policy
Part I:
Since last year, I have always longed for a LG KU990r touch screen mobile phone. Most of my friends had at least one handphone, and many had phones that boast special features. I felt as poor as a church mouse. My friends always laughed at me because I did not have a phone. They uttered things such as "Poor chap, can't even afford a Walkman phone", and some other things that made me feel bad. I always thought: Just because of a phone. I had tried asking my father for a simple phone many times. A basic phone just for calling and sending messages, without games and a camera, because I knew that he could not afford to buy me one with many features. However, he always turned down my request explaining that he did not have any spare money for unnecessary things. A phone matters very much to me, as it is an essential item in one's daily life.
Part II:
I was still dreaming about phones when the dismissal bell rang. I quickly packed my bag and rushed of towards the bus stop. I happened to bump into Ian ,my friend, at the bus stop. after some discussion, we decided to walk to the MRT station together, as we could save a dollar. As we were fast approaching the station, I saw a cool blackberry mobile phone lying on the parapet. I picked it up without thinking twice. When we entered the train, I unlocked the phone and browsed at its features. Not bad. I suddenly had an idea: I keep the phone, remove the SIMcard, and insert a new one. But if I did that, I would be a thief. I wanted to be a good and honest person, so I decided to return it to its rightful owner. But then again, I also wanted to keep the phone since I did not have one. I was in a dillema, torn between wether to keep or return the phone. After thinking thrice, I managed to find the moral courage to tell myself not to steal. So, I browsed through the contact list with Ian. I saw one of the contacts, who was called 'honey'. I guessed that she is the spouse of the owner, so I rang her. A lady picked up the phone and she said in a sweet voice," Hello, speaking." I immediately replied," Hello miss. I found a dark blue blackberry mobile phone lying on the paraphet at Bishan MRT station. I think it belongs to your husband." " Who says I have a husband?" I could sense some anger in her. " Oh sorry, it was a misunderstanding. Did I call the wrong person?" " Nope, but he is my husband-to-be." " Okay, how can I hand the phone to you?" I asked politely. " Oh, can you come down to the UOB plaza?" " No problem." " Alright, I shall meet you at the bronze Bird by the river." " Sure, in err...ten minutes. Bye" " Bye, boy."
Part III:
When I reached the bronze bird, no one was there yet. After waiting for a minute or two, a woman in high-heel shoes approached me and asked me whether I was the boy that had spoken to her on the phone just now. I nodded my head. I handed her the mobile phone I had found. She praised me frantically. The lady treated me to lunch. After the delicious meal, I thanked her and went back home. Since then, we maintained contact.
From this, I have found out that going the extra mile will make you happy, not tired.